28th January 2001 |
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Our cover girl this week Nathasha models a creation ny Brian Kerkoven. Her hair and make-up were by Cheryl Goonarathne of C.G. Hair Design and Beauty Academy. Anuruddha Medawatte-gedera photographed our cover girl at The Gallery Café. |
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DreamsThe theme for the 100 word page in February is 'Eighteen'. Please send in your work before February 17 to: Madhubhashini Ratnayake
The Dream Called LifeMy mother was lamenting, clinging to my young but dead body. The young lady doctor, who tried hard to postpone my death, was still. Patients in nearby beds were lifting their torsos to get a better view.And my mother was crying.
Mahesh Rajasuriya
Be With Me In My Dreams TonightDogs are barking somewhere in the distanceWater is trickling in the garden The night is cool and the dew is falling Moon beams dance into my room. I am neither happy nor sad
Suddenly my heart contracts with pain
Subha Ranaweera
DreamingI'm running as fast as I canBut cannot get there. Driving a car
Trying to catch a train
Wanting to go right up
Wonder my love
Jeevaka Mahesh
Wishful DreamsOne night I dreamed, I heard a knock upon my door.I opened it and there was my son, a soldier brave, Returned home from war. A moment's pride, I welcomed him. Amidst tears of joy how glad I was when I woke and wished that Dreams came true. The other night I dreamed, I heard a knock upon my door. I opened it to welcome him as I'd done before. He's gone they said and was no more, And handed me his cap and sword. Amidst bitter tears how glad I was when I woke that - Dreams never came true.
Swarna Jayasundera
DanceAnd the music came, like it always does. Up in a spiral. A silent music splitting in two, one half snaking its way through the fan light and out into the still night. Silent music uncoiling itself into the cool night.Leprechauns will ride, fireflies and everyone will dance a dizzy dance. The ivy will part and the stone will rise, and lead, simultaneously. And so it unravels. The door is banging with the wind. It did touch something. After all. In the cool night.
Tara Kumarasinghe
Glimpse of TomorrowLeaving a perishable day behindladen with a scent of mystery my imagination roams into a kind of dream geography. As this anguished universe weeps mountains howl, oceans tremble beyond reviled growling death clouds I sift through futile smokey dreams groping to trap Justice in a cadence of Hope from boy - warriors burdened with bombs, murder, mayhem, who sneak in rip open the Importance of Tranquility. Then suddenly from frowning forest floats a gleaming golden banner Peace. Dreams abate, I awaken frontiers of bittersweet longing pervade.
Rohini Gooneratne Cooray
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Sachithra Somarathna
Dearest Dreams"Come on boy! what do you want to be when you are big?""I want to be a doctor and serve people." Without hesitance I say. "Oh! you have a smart kid!" says the visitor Admiringly...! But... Dreams melted away, just as dreams. With thousands dying... and more hearts crying.... When will it really be the time, We fill our needs and our dreams.... Today I come home after a tiresome day, As I enter, I hear my little son say beaming to a visitor, "I want to be a doctor and serve people." With a sharp pain piercing through my heart, As it must have done for my father. I force a weak smile on my face As the visitor greets me! 'I'm sorry my son...!'
Sangeetha Vijeyaragunathan
Cycle of DreamsA boy, with the father's faceTo carry on his name, Dreams the man with His wife's pregnancy A girl, with beauty and money
The girl who married the boy
A boy, with the father's face
Vipula Navinna
Hot and thirsty experience !!Reader Lakshan Wanigasooriya shares some thoughts on the Shaggy experienceI should at the start thank the organizers of the Shaggy concert for bringing this splendid entertainer to Sri Lanka. It was worth the wait for many of us. Yet, there were certain shortcomings that I'd like to mention. I think the venue posed the biggest problem. The Sugathadasa Stadium with its rules and regulations is not the most suitable venue for any thing other than a religious convention or a volleyball match. The people who manage these public venues should understand that places like this are built and maintained by the tax payer for their entertainment, thus rules and regulations should be drafted to give maximum benefit to the public. The management should look into bringing in improved facilities and ways of trying to make these more accessible and 'fun to be' places. I feel in this case, the organizers had no option with the venue. If this was not the case I could never imagine a station like E who shout out Extreme and Different doing something like a reggae concert at the Sugathadasa Stadium. To start with the car park, which was available to the average citizen was almost half a kilometre away. That too was a dirt track with potholes the size of elephants and the thugs in the area having a field day collecting Rs 50/= per vehicle while the police looked on (please note this was just the start!). Now after getting your best pair of shoes full of mud, (you just polished them yesterday, humming your favorite Shaggy tune,) you walk back to the gate. Well, behold at the main gate, males and females were put into two separate queues for body searching. While I agree this is a necessary evil, I have to register my protest on two points, Firstly it is unfair to have one gate for tickets which were priced at Rs 500,1000,1500 and 2000 and two separate gates for Rs 3000 and Rs 5000. It should either be one gate for all or separate gates for all. Secondly, people paid good money to watch Shaggy and not to hear smart comments and watch acts of impersonation by some private security guards who were trying hard to behave like the MSD and the PSD personnel (they were dressed in the same manner). Once inside, after joining the girls in our group we proceeded to our seats grabbing some short eats and drinks at the canteen. We had been informed that we should be in our seats sharp at 7.15p.m. as the show was to start at 7.30p.m. At the entrance we were informed that no food or drinks were allowed inside. The only two options left were either to consume it or throw it away. If the most prestigious theatre in the U.K, the Prince Of Wales allows you to take in your own food and drink, I can't understand why the Sugathadasa Stadium should act differently. Firstly there was no way that people could mix alcohol or any other substance which they brought from outside with the food served by the canteen as they were already checked at the main gate. Afraid of bottles being thrown? No chance for that excuse, only cans were available. If they so wished to make it even safer for the public, they should have had plastic cups only. Dehydration could kill you, being hit by a plastic cup will not have the same result. Getting back, after this barricade we were greeted by the usherers representing the organisers and shown to our seats and then we sat from 7.30p.m. till 9.00p.m. till our fellow brothers and sisters of Lanka passed through the barricades to take their seats. At 9.00 the show got off the road and Shaggy came on. Giving credit where deserved, the stage setting, the lighting, music and most of all Shaggy were splendid. The right mix for a great party- the only problem was, it was minus food and drink. When Shaggy shouted out 'Sri Lanka let's party' I wonder if the man knew we were without food or drink. I am sure he would have agreed that it is no party situation. True to his style, he got every one to join in the shouting and dancing_ the hallmark of any high energy concert but people missed their refreshments. Shaggy himself was seen many a time with a soft drink in hand. If we wanted a drink we had to go to the canteen which meant missing some part of the concert. Having been to many concerts here and aboard, normally the climax is reached towards the end. Strangely in this, the sound seemed to be dying down as the show progressed. Why?? Simply because people were getting tired, sans food and most of all drink. It ended at last and we took off in search for dinner from the Sugathadasa ar-ound midnight, feeling sad about our country and the way we do things but happy that we had indeed seen Sha-ggy. The only place where dinner was being served at that time was Pila-woos in Bamba, but that's another story altogether. |
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